You're my mother. Your job has been to take care of me, not the other way around (unless necessary) aside from special circumstances. Your drug problem should NOT be my job. You have a husband to take care of you that if that's what you want to do. But no, he's a narcissistic prick who chooses to avoid you. How many times have you almost burnt the house down? How many times has your boss overheard your slurred speach over the phone. Lucky for the you, they don't get to see the uncontrollable shaking you go through.

How many times have you cut yourself because you needed a snack right this instant but ate too fucked up to comprehend. How many times have you embarrassed me in front of family and friends. Do you even realize what you're doing? I believe you do.

I've talked to you over and over again about taking your prescriptions in a responsible way and everytime you say it's not your fault. You have the same excuse everytime "each dosage effects me different. I've told you countless times to stick to 3 pills at once and if it doesn't work, you've got to suck it up. It's a hit a miss. I'm sick and tired of having this conversation where you always say we have never had it.

You know what you're doing is wrong. You know it's not ok yet because you're so focused on getting high, you don't gaf. You're narcissistic husband won't take care of you so what's going to happen when I *finally* walk away?(trust me, I'm all but done with this shit) Are you going to die? Hurt/serious injure yourself, pets, strangers? Am I going to feel guilty when (yes) something like that happens? Will I feel like it's my fault? Probably. All I know is I'm done. We've have several interventions and you pretend they never happen, use crying as a guilt trip and basically don't give a shit about the ones who love you.

It's ironic, really. You have a 15 year heroin addict of a son that is also suddenly my problem. I understand you hur and in pain. That you have back issues that need surgery. Well then get the fucking surgery. Don't use the same excuse of *they're going to fuck it up and make it worse!) for the last 10 years. You enjoy the high. That's the main reason this happens. If you really needed it everyday, you would take the scripts as necessary. Don't be surprised when I finally cut you out of my life.

Yes, it only effects you for 45 min or so. Yes, you do A LOT for your family, but that's not an excuse. Between you're husband, my piece of shit of a brother, and you, don't be surprised wheni disappear one day with no contact. I don't know how I'm going to pull it off because you take my whole check, but it's going to happen and soon. 15 years. 15 years of hell and not a word from my mouth is heard. Well, I hope you hear this loud and clear. I'm. Done.